Sure, it might be a little... pointless to instill drama into ohnotheydidnt, given that the entire community is based on Mary-Kate's eating complications and how fat she's become, but The World's Biggest Douche makes an appearance, so how could I pass it up? Kudos, WBD, keep on truckin'.

My home away from home has grown accustomed to vacancy. You're dry, Dear Diary, you're the Virgin Mary of vaginal moisture. Please, please, please be revived.

I'm begging, brooding, beseeching.

Maybe this will help?

It's been far to long, dearest El-Jay. I don't know who I'd do with out you.

I've posed this as a conundrum, yet I'm not deep. But I am white! Think about it.

Happy Post-Thanksgiving Spendphase, all, white and white alike?

It's like sparring with a met addict. They don't know what's what.

I didn't think it would, but Dramamine made me dance on solid legs.

Encase scene kids in glass, so we can watch them after they've become extinct. Preferably next to the stuffed zebras and plastic watering holes.

DEADLY SNAKES! plus an intervention from a dove.

All Hail the Almighty Teen Hunting Machine! American Popular Culture Subcultures: they're a bitch, baby.

Sinful in an ugly way. This layout is carnivorous; it's eating my brain. Omarian ain't no thang, niggaz.

How could I not.

Manage. Menage. Long time no grope, dearest LiveJ.

Hahahaha.

You, ma'am/sir-thing, are my Person of the Day. Thanks.

For once I mean this with no sarcasm.

I tried to be useful. And this is where it got me.